Looking ahead

The line is drawn, no looking back

I step into the great unknown

Anxiety, fear, I do not lack

But what about the past I’ve sown?

The past that put into my head

My worthlessness, ineptitude

Can I put all of them to bed

Once and for all, you silly dude?

Baggage accumulates over the years

The contents now stale and out of date

But still fertiliser for doubts and fears

Burning resentment and virulent hate

I will open my shoulders, fling out with power

One after the other, till nothing remains

Free of baggage, my mind will tower

No limit at all to the height it attains